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not she berry or he berry but no berry
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this sucks so bad i need to [remembers suicide jokes only worsen my mental health] put on the best talent show this towns ever seen
guys this post is a big hit on the adolescent psych ward
Fish in the great lake being like
Wait shit wrong fucking post
officical michigan post
used to live in a college town that was huge on sports. 80% of small talk was sportsball and so i developed an Evil Habit: whenever the conversation inevitably turned to the upcoming Big Game i would act excited and then confused. I would earnestly insist they had the details wrong. "the game next Saturday? don't you mean the Thursday after? playing against the [predator species]? no we're playing against the [other predator species]." And so on. i would draw this argument out for as long as feasibly possible, until eventually someone would pull out their phone to prove to me my wrongness. At which point I would squint exaggerated at the screen, slap my forehead in an eureka moment, and exclaim "oh you meant the MEN'S team!!! are they doing a game? that's nice."
oh good tags:
#i have the rare joy of living in an area where the college team people care most about is women #but that also makes interacting with anyone not from here on the subject feel very odd #like wdym you only watch the menâs version of the sport. wdym you treat that as the default?? we root for our girls here
learning about prehistory makes me really emotional. what do you mean there was a burial in prehistoric germany that was filled with so many items it's one of the richest prehistoric graves ever discovered. and what do you mean the woman buried there had beads and a headdress so well-worn you can identify which side of the beads rubbed against her skin or other clothing every day. and what the fuck do you mean another headdress was buried next to her 600 years later which could very much imply that this woman was held in such high regard that she was remembered for centuries. and now we might not know her name, and we might only be guessing at why she was important, and we might not even be right about her being a shaman or medicine woman and we might not even be right about the disability she would have had, caused by malformed vertabrae, giving her the ability to cause physical sensations and even halluciantions on command bc she could restrict blood flow to her brain by holding her head in specific positions (as attested by real currently living people with the same disability), being part of what made her special to the other people she lived with. and we might not know if the baby she was buried with was her great-great-grandson, buried with her years later, or a relative who died at the same time as her. but we know she existed. we know she was loved. we know she wore a headdress made of deer bones and goose feathers, and we know she was remembered. wow.
Someday your hands will be old and wrinkled, the skin spotted and bunching over your knuckles. And a child will watch you make something. It's a simple task, you'll have done it a thousand times before. But to that child, the smooth, confident way your hands move will seem like impossible magic. You have to keep living.
prev these tags have me crying. this is absolutely what it's all about

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Kilroy Was Here!
Heâs engraved in stone in the National World War II Memorial in Washington, DC â back in a small alcove where very few people have seen it. For the WWII generation, this will bring back memories. For younger folks, itâs a bit of trivia that is an intrinsic part of American history and legend.
Anyone born between 1913 to about 1950, is very familiar with Kilroy. No one knew why he was so well knownâŚ.but everybody seemed to get into it. It was the fad of its time!
     At the National World War II Memorial in Washington, DC
So who was Kilroy?
In 1946 the American Transit Association, through its radio program, âSpeak to America,â sponsored a nationwide contest to find the real KilroyâŚ.now a larger-than-life legend of just-ended World War IIâŚ.offering a prize of a real trolley car to the person who could prove himself to be the genuine article.
Almost 40 men stepped forward to make that claim, but only James Kilroy from Halifax, Massachusetts, had credible and verifiable evidence of his identity.
âKilroyâ was a 46-year old shipyard worker during World War II (1941-1945) who worked as a quality assurance checker at the Fore River Shipyard in Quincy, Massachusetts (a major shipbuilder for the United States Navy for a century until the 1980s). Â
His job was to go around and check on the number of rivets completed. (Rivets held ships together before the advent of modern welding techniques.) Riveters were on piece work wagesâŚ.so they got paid by the rivet. He would count a block of rivets and put a check mark in semi-waxed lumber chalk (similar to crayon), so the rivets wouldnât be counted more than once.
                   A warship hull with rivets
When Kilroy went off duty, the riveters would surreptitiously erase the mark. Later, an off-shift inspector would come through and count the rivets a second time, resulting in double pay for the riveters!
One day Kilroyâs boss called him into his office. The foreman was upset about unusually high wages being âearnedâ by riveters, and asked him to investigate. It was then he realized what had been going on.Â
The tight spaces he had to crawl in to check the rivets didnât lend themselves to lugging around a paint can and brush, so Kilroy decided to stick with the waxy chalk. He continued to put his check mark on each job he inspected, but added âKILROY WAS HERE!â in king-sized letters next to the checkâŚ.and eventually added the sketch of the guy with the long nose peering over the fenceâŚ.and that became part of the Kilroy message.
  Kilroyâs original shipyard inspection âtrademarkâ during World War II
Once he did that, the riveters stopped trying to wipe away his marks.
Ordinarily the rivets and chalk marks would have been covered up with paint. With World War II on in full swing, however, ships were leaving the Quincy Yard so fast that there wasnât time to paint them. As a result, Kilroyâs inspection âtrademarkâ was seen by thousands of servicemen who boarded the troopships the yard produced.
His message apparently rang a bell with the servicemen, because they picked it up and spread it all over the European and the Pacific war zones.
Before warâs end, âKilroyâ had been here, there, and everywhere on the long hauls to Berlin and Tokyo.Â
To the troops outbound in those ships, however, he was a complete mystery; all they knew for sure was that someone named Kilroy had âbeen there first.â As a joke, U.S. servicemen began placing the graffiti wherever they landed, claiming it was already there when they arrived.
As World War II wore on, the legend grew. Underwater demolition teams routinely sneaked ashore on Japanese-held islands in the Pacific to map the terrain for coming invasions by U.S. troops (and thus, presumably, were the first GIâs there). On one occasion, however, they reported seeing enemy troops painting over the Kilroy logo!
Kilroy became the U.S. super-GI who had always âalready beenâ wherever GIs went. It became a challenge to place the logo in the most unlikely places imaginable. (It is said to now be atop Mt. Everest, the Statue of Liberty, the underside of the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, and even scrawled in the dust on the moon by the American astronauts who walked there between 1969 and 1972.
In 1945, as World War II was ending, an outhouse was built for the exclusive use of Allied leaders Harry Truman, Joseph Stalin, and Winston Churchill at the Potsdam Conference. Itâs first occupant was Stalin, who emerged and asked his aide (in Russian), âWho is Kilroy?â
To help prove his authenticity in 1946, James Kilroy brought along officials from the shipyard and some of the riveters. He won the trolley carâŚ.which he attached to the Kilroy home and used to provide living quarters for six of the familyâs nine childrenâŚ.thereby solving what had become an acute housing crisis for the Kilroys.
           The new addition to the Kilroy family home.
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And the tradition continues into the 21st centuryâŚ
In 2011 outside the now-late-Osama Bin Ladenâs hideaway house in Abbottabad, PakistanâŚ.shortly after the al-Qaida-terrorist was killed by U.S. Navy SEALs.Â
>>Note: The Kilroy graffiti on the southwest wall of the Bin Laden compound pictured above was real (not digitally altered with Microsoft Paint, as postulated by some). The entire compound was leveled in 2012 for redevelopment by a Pakistani company as an amusement parkâŚ.and to avoid it becoming a shrine to Bin Ladenâs nefarious memory.
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A personal noteâŚ.
My Dadâs trademark signature on cards, letters and notes to my sisters and I for the first 50 or so years of our lives (until we lost him to cancer) was to add the image of âKilroyâ at the end. We kids never ceased to get a thrill out of thisâŚ.even as we evolved into adulthood.Â
To this day, the âKilroyâ image brings back a vivid image of my awesome Dad into my headâŚ.and my heart!
Dad: This oneâs for you!
This is the best ad for Project Hail Mary I have ever seen. Like if I was on the fence about watching or reading it, this would convince me to do so.
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WTF are those obelisks on the right?âŚ
Tasty obelisk fries..
âItâs digestibleâ has got to be the laziest goal Iâve ever seen achieved by a food product.
âItâs digestibleâ
âItâs digestibleâ is pertinent!! Okay, for those of you who havenât researched Crisco for writing fic about gay sex in the mid-late 60s:
The first-edition of The Joy of Gay Sex, published in 1977, declared, âVegetable shortening may be the best lubricant, since it is not only greasy but also digestibleâ[4] Such a statement perhaps gives new meaning to the companies boastful declarations that âIts digestibleâ and âCrisco has been making life in the kitchen more delicious for years.â Similarly, in the 1978 sex manual The Advocate Guide to Gay Health, Crisco even earned an entry in the bookâs index. Discussions of the shorteningâs use as an anal lubricant indicate its popularity, with statements such as: âThe lubricant, typically the cultic Crisco, must be copious.â[5] In fact, Crisco was so synonomus with gay sex that discos and bars around the world took on the name, such as Crisco Disco in New York City, which was one of the premiere clubs during the 1970s and early 1980s. Other clubs or bathhouses, such as Club Z in Seattle, even featured murals with Crisco. Thus, Crisco was conversely also one of many things that led to the formation of gay identities during the 20th century.
from this essay: http://www.columbia.edu/~sf2220/TT2007/web-content/Pages/drew2.html
The more you know! :D
I have learned a new thing today.
Love this post for so many reasons but most especially because this is from all the way back in 2012 and and yet not a single blog in this thread is deactivated
I enjoy that not only does this have a link to an actual source, but the link still fucking works.
but @rhea314 you didnt include a picture of the crisco disco! AND MY GOD THE DJ BOOTH WAS A GIANT CRISCO CAN!
Go dance and get fisted. Fucking iconic.
Love the gay history, but i just wanna correct that the âitâs digestibleâ in the gay stuff was a reference to criscoâs tagline it had been using since 1911, the actual meaning of its digestible is because itâs main competition came from âenhancedâ lards which were rendered pig fat mixed with non food thickeners that literally did not digest and caused people to basically just shit out pig cream, since crisco was veggie based the body digested it along with the food
And in case you were still wondering, @mudwerks.. Tuna Croquettes
This post is the opposite of net zero information. Not only did I learn several new facts about gay history but also we rounded our way back to the original question of the tag line and the mini obelisks.
Itâs a net profit of information. 12/10 post
Rocky was in space for 50 years of course the recuperation period is long and hard
I accidentally glitched out an animation I was working on and created a perfect example of what the passage of time feels like to someone with ADHD

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my momâs trans allyship is on another level
she once called my friendâs deadname âthat stupid thing his mom calls himâ
I was once talking to my 75 year old Chinese dad in passing about a trans friend of mine not getting along with her family and he asked why and I said err, because she's trans, dad.
He asked: "Oh, was she the only son or something before *waves hand*?" and I was like, warily, no she has two brothers. And he responded with a great deal of confusion: "Then what's their problem?!?!"
Later on: "Anyway, even if she WAS the only son, that's not her problem, that's THEIR problem. They should have had more sons if they were going to be bothered about it."
Knowing what I know about chinese culture thereâs something so beautifully simple about his logic of âno son to carry on family name/look after them in old age/all the other stuff? Skill issue! Shouldâve had more sons! Shouldâve kept the family unit strong yourself! Blaming your daughter for your own failure of family planning is W E A K!â and then he learns there are more sons and it completely breaks his train of logic because if yes to more sons then why issue?? You have two others and youâre mad you donât have three?? Whack. Greedy.
I can already envision him as an ancient lord of a powerful house looking down his nose at the latest messenger bringing gossip from the house of his offspringâs friend and going ânow they have a daughter to marry into another family for powerful alliances and two sons to take over her former duties and somehow theyâre still complaining about their good fortune? They shall not survive the winter.â and then sipping his tea with all the grim satisfaction of someone about to watch an unnecessary soap opera of drama unfold from a safe distance or something
That's a funny image for sure, though I think if there's a typology of Chinese philosophical mentality, there would likely be a spectrum from "Confucian patriarchal lord" to "Buddhist monk / Taoist hermit" and my dad renounced at 18, was a monk for a time, before coming back to work for his family since they were poor 𤡠it was what 3 years after we gained independence from the British so the economy was probs a mess.
When he found and married my mom, he was nearly 45 and they had so much trouble conceiving that he went to a Guanyin temple supposedly "magical" for praying for children. When I was born (not a son, also an only child until now), my mom said, "when you prayed at the temple did you ask for a son?" He said, "Aiya, everyone is asking for sons, so I said any gender is okay. If I asked for a son, maybe we wouldn't have gotten a child because Guanyin's son quota is already used up. Do you want that to happen?" My mom laughed for days about "son quota" and continues to tell people about it today, but her honest answer was: "Any child is okay."
Jokes on them. They didn't specify a gender, so Guanyin Ma gave them a non-binary child!
More seriously: my dad doesn't care about sons. When I told my parents that I wouldn't marry or have children, I thought he might be disappointed, but he wasn't. Then again, maybe I should have expected that, given he tried to become a monk at 18 𤪠I think he said the thing about sons to poke fun at people who care too much about sons because he frankly thinks it's all a bit ridiculous. In his eyes, a child is a child, so what's the point in caring about gender? If the child "changes" gender, does it make a difference?
When I first spoke to my mom about trans issues, still closeted at the time, she said, "I don't understand why they feel the way they do, but they aren't hurting anyone so don't bother them. They are normal people just minding their own business." I said, "I agree, but on the topic of not understanding: Mom, do you think that when we reincarnate, we are always born into a body of the same gender?" In Buddhist stories, there was a lifetime in which Guanyin was reincarnated as a cow or ox, and in repayment for my birth, my dad does not eat beef till this day. Gender or species isn't constant in the cycle of rebirth. My mom said, "No, you're right. Whatever thing that carries on has no gender. I was probably male, human or animal, in one of my past lives." And she has supported trans rights even more ever since.
French people when you call it bukake and not "nut a la visage" and shibari instead of "corde attacher l'submissive"
Pisse? In le pantalons???
Mon tabarnak j'vais te dÊcâlisser la yeule, câlice!
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the still waters.
Heâwait. Why dost the Lord hath clippers.
The Lord sheareth me.
âJesus Shavesâ

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Anyone who's ever done anything creative needs to fucking see this.
Garden Variety Dykes: Lesbian Traditions in Gardening, 1994
OH it's a lesbian and her enormous sunflower
I thought she had her arm around the shoulders of her wife, who was dressed as a plant monster for some reason
I am so glad you clarified. I was like âIâm glad that woman supports her wife in making increasingly weird ghilli suitsâ
Many of us saw the picture, thought it was two women, one in a weird costume, and thought, "Hey, good for them."